First off, I'm totally jamming to I'm Too Sexy. Also, due to mom, I have to, at some point, need to figure out a way to mash up the songs Kokomo and Electric Avenue.
Anyways, to the point of this post!
Saturday morning came quick. We finished loading up my truck and headed off to Fairmont to pick up some stuff from mom's boss (who is an acquaintance of mine outside of work) for my place; I got a bookcase for my table-top RPG's books and a coffee table that will be painted like an NES controller at some point. Was fun stuff.
Then we were off to my place. Now, I knew that Chris was going to leave the place a mess but I didn't think it would be that bad. So we walk up and I walk through the apartment. And I was appalled. Disgusted doesn't even begin to describe it. It was awful. There were bags of trash stacked in the kitchen, at least a dozen pizza boxes, trash all over the bedroom. So I have a mini meltdown and mom prods me to grab the trash bags and start cleaning it all up. While I'm down on the floor picking up all the trash, I find... wait for it... a pair of the whore's panties. Oh yes, you read that completely right. She left her panties there. Now I don't know about any of you ladies, but panties are expensive, so I try not to just leave them laying all willy nilly. The rage just explodes at this point and I'm yelling and near tears. Mom calms me down and I keep picking up. Once the kids have brought up all my boxes and furniture, mom sends me to the store to buy an AC. Yes, there was one here before and yes, I hadn't planned on having to get a new one since I assumed it would still be here. Well, it was. Except Chris had given it to Lance. So I was off to drop $100 that I really didn't have and get something to eat because the anger and adrenaline and exhaustion was starting to eat at me. I come back, they've moved my bed for me and are starting to unpack for me. After we're done in the bedroom, I take mom home and come back. Stephie invited me over for dinner since the kitchen was, quite literally, unusable. So I took a shower and went to her place. Oh yeah, I forgot to add that the first AC I bought was defective so I had to go exchange it and install a new one. So I eat dinner and chill downstairs for a bit until she asks if I can take her to the store. And then, my truck won't start. The key wouldn't come out of the ignition. So I'm angry and cursing and close to smashing my truck with a hammer. I go upstairs and lay down in bed to watch Scrubs and go to bed. Slept terribly, but whatever.
So then today, I did end up getting the truck fixed (it was apparently just being stubborn) and cleaned the kitchen. Took a solid two hours but it's clean and usable again! Once we have all the trash gone, we'll be set! So mom tells me she's coming into town and asks if I want to ride with her. I go and we're talking about Chris and bitchwhoreface and she says something to the effect of "I wish I had the panties so I can show her why she's not welcome in my life anymore." I pipe up and say that I'll dig through the trash for them if she'd like. She gives me a look and is like "No, don't do that." I'm like o_O Why the look and tone? She gives me the look again and after some convincing she states, "Well, if you did that, then you would find the second pair that we found shoved behind the bed while you were at WalMart."
REALLY?!? SHE IS SO SKANKY AND FELT SUCH A NEED TO GET AT ME THAT SHE LEFT NOT ONE, BUT TWO PAIRS OF PANTIES THERE FOR ME TO FIND!? Good gods and all things sacred, when I said that Chris downgraded when he left me for her, I didn't realize how bad he downgraded until this. What a skanky, slutty, trashy whore. Piece of works, the both of 'em.
But yeah, I'm in my own place now and it's nice. ^_^ -flop- However I feel like I've been hit by a truck from all the moving and stress. Guh.
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